Give me just a single moment to figure myself out
I’ve blanketed myself with my own dark curtains of doubt
I blocked out all the sunny rays
To search for many darker days
Though now I’ve lost myself to find a different route


I can’t find the right shade or hue of white that I could match
The words long to be sadder but a filter’s there to catch
All the brighter, whiter words,
Filtered through the different worlds
Of bluer skies that I've learned not to latch

Something tells me that I’m not truly at my best
When striking the bass guitar to play on higher frets
You said I sounded at my peak
When the lowest chords had gone too weak
So the longest note was the one that you had stressed


I can only play so high for you on my better days
But somehow you were fine with thinking other ways
Plastered a smile to my face
And held the last fret on my bass
And began to play your best song in a haze


I’d never heard a song that was more cheerful than this
You filled the missing measures with the chords that I had missed
And brighter days were sure to come
If I were not twice as glum
Her melody was a recipe for bliss